This story is a little more serious than my others. Like all my stories I get a whiff of a story and go with it. This story will probably only last three chapters more or less. It's just a little nostalgic story for those who would like a final close to the series. This is poorly edited so bare with me. I intend on fixing it later but right now I just have to publish this. thank you my readers and read on.

The line of black marched on through the rain like an army of suicidal ants. The ten of us lead the processional behind the squad of other Forks police man. Every single officer was in sight, Mark, his best buddy was the one in front of the casket. Along with every officer most everyone in this town trailed along behind us. I could smell them individually if I wanted to, but I just focused on the rain that poured down as if a symbol for my tears.

Edward was at my side holding on to me and practically carrying me. Reneesme held on to my other hand in comfort, for herself and me. She tried to help by sending me memories of her grandfather when she was only a couple months old and every holiday and birthday since then. It agonized me that she only had four years to know and love him. I turned my head and smiled weakly to find her identically held up by Jacob. Perhaps she knew him enough. That agonized me too because if his death created half the pain of mine it would cripple anyone normal. Thankfully no one in my family is normal. My daughter, only four years old, could pass for a fifteen year old; hers and my friend, Jacob, hasn't aged in five years and leaned more towards twenty-five rather than twenty; my husband, Edward, is passing as a twenty-two year old when in actuality he is one-hundred and eleven, and I myself haven't in aged in four years when I was "sworn" into my new life after the "birth" of my daughter.

All these oddities disappeared as the line of mourners sloshed through the soggy grass towards a pre dug hole, the shape of a rectangle. My heart was broken, and my soul was crushed. Charlie. My father.

Charlie, the one who never got over my mother; Charlie, who never hovered; Charlie, who put a new bed, phone line, and computer in my room when I moved back; Charlie, who never could fix a decent meal by himself; Charlie, who put chains on my wheels whenever it got icy; Charlie, the one who lead me to the alter; Charlie, who ignored and accepted the Cullens oddities to spend time with his family; Charlie, the one who cringed every time I brought Reneesme to visit him but kept up a happy smile; Charlie, the one who would never come back. Charlie, my father.

My mother sniffled politely behind me with Phil rubbing her shoulders. Billy's face was masked in utter sorrow, while being pushed forward by Sam. Their indifference to us also disappeared as so many other things that used to matter on this day. Seth and Leah comforted their mother, Sue Clearwater. Well, Sue Swan, they married two years ago. It irked me a little at the time but Sue was good for him. I was glad he didn't have to be alone. Him to be happy with someone to take care of him for the last few years when I started my own family meant the world to me now. I could never repay Sue enough.

The police officers who carried the casket stopped, halting the march. There was a tent for close relatives and family to sit. I stood where I was in the rain and waved others to sit down who would benefit from it more than I could. I turned my face to the sky letting the rain drizzle down my face hoping that they could be misinterpreted as tears.

The man who married Edward and I stood in front of us now with a different sort of speech to deliver. With strength that would break a human and turn their bones to dust, I squeezed Edward's arm around me, knowing I wouldn't be able to keep it in.

"Today, a day of many things. A day of sadness, a day of morning. Today is a day of remembrance and commemorating. It is also a day of celebration and honor to a beloved father and police chief." He continued in this way with eloquent words to cheer people up, having them remember the good times. He gave a more accurate description of Charlie than I would have believed from other funeral services that always get it wrong. He told of how he was quiet but full of love and compassion. He didn't say much but his actions spoke for himself. One of the most trusted men that people could always count on. He told of how even in the moment of death, he remained constant through and through.

I can't bare this.

I held on to Edward with my life. It was the only thing to keep myself from running far far away in front of these mortals. Jasper had already left twenty minutes ago, either because of all the humans or all the deep morbid emotions. I'm hanging on the latter.

It was all said and done now. Dirt piled on top of the lifeless box that contained nothing important. There was nothing in that box that mattered to me. Charlie, my father was not the lifeless body being buried. He was the soul that perhaps looked down at this dismal funeral in honor of him. The coffin did not hold my father; the dirt did not encompass him; the grass did not separate him from the living; the green forests did not enter into the realm where my father lies. For four years I've lived in Forks because of Charlie. For four years the Cullens have stayed in the town where everyone was out growing them, for me.

I walked silently next to Edward, whose hands wrapped around my waist, while Alice held hugged onto my shoulder, and Reneesme was in my arms. We moved as this intimate clump towards the black and silver cars parked to far away and not far enough.

I stared around the green cemetery. The trees in the distance seemed oddly faded even with my supieor vision; the sky seemed strangely dim. I remembered faintly hating the wet, hating the cold, hating the green. I also remember my mother's offer to move to sunny Jacksonville but I denied it because of Edward. Even when I could have moved I stayed because of Charlie. But now?

Would every time I see a tree remind me of his dark brown hair? Would every car remind of how he had first given me my red tank? Every raindrop remind me of his crinkling smile? Every could remind me of his bushy eyebrows?

Perhaps. But I don't feel it.

This place holds so many memories I hold dear, but it holds nothing for me now. It's time.

I turned to Alice and she sighed and nodded.

We're leaving Forks. It's time. Carlisle can no longer pass as a thirty-five year old. Edward has already picked up on minds with suspicion about us and our ever remanning good-looks than never vanished behind a wrinkle or a discoloration like normal people. No one in this town even knows about Reneesme, not anymore. If people knew she lived here... well, it would have been disastrous.

This town that I called home for over six years, this town where I first saw my soul and heart, my best-friend - both of them -, this town that had meant so much to me for so long, I would be leaving. I knew this day was coming and I expected to feel sorrow, but now I can only feel... relieved.

I gazed at my entire family that surrounded me (including Jasper now that we're back to the cars) and with each face I felt better about this. Alice even smiled at me and squeezed my shoulder letting me know that everything would be okay maybe better.

This was my first move of many many more to come with being a vampire. I wasn't nervous or scared, wary or sick. I only thought of where we should go next Perhaps some deserted island, or with Tanya for a little while. I heard that Canada's wildlife was getting out of hand and hunting season were being stretched to accommodate the growth. Maybe Esme would find a nice old home to fix up there. I'm sure Jacob wouldn't like being so far away from Seth, Leah, Embry and Paul... but he didn't have a choice. We have Reneesme. These things didn't seem to matter so much to me. They just kept my mind busy as we drove to the house to pack.

As we left the city limits of Forks, I thought, How long before we could come back?

Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed. I'll update as soon as I'm inspired to again. It shouldn't be long.

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- Rosalie